Big brother lost again

Every one of the proud generation was handsome and unrestrained when they were young.

Why do you appear as a sloppy old man when you get old?Not only dirty, but also smelly?

He has never thought about this question.

But he knew that he would never be able to become like this, and he had to die handsomely.

Soon, Yu Wuya followed the old farmer to a small village near the foot of the mountain.

The village is not big.

The traffic on the rice paddies, the chicken and the dog hear each other.

At the entrance of the village, a dying old man was picking chrysanthemums beside the bamboo fence with a cane.

He pulled a few chrysanthemums, slowly straightened his waist, and looked at the green hill that was half overcast.

"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan... Well, good poetry."

At this time, he saw the farmer coming back with a young man in white, and he was taken aback for a moment.

"Village chief, he's new here."

The farmer put down the hoe on his shoulders, put it on the ground, and said with a smile.

"newcomer?"

The old man glanced at Yu Wuya up and down, and then asked, "What can you do? If you don't have special skills, we won't accept you."

As if he felt that he was going too far, he explained again: "The village is small and cannot afford to support idlers."

Yu Wuya thought for a while and asked, "Then what are the people in your village good at?"

The old man suddenly smiled, narrowed his eyes and said, "There are ten people in the village, and I am the village head."

"Besides, there are chicken raisers, vegetable growers, woodcutters, fishers, hunters, butchers, weavers, and doctors."

"There is also the one next to you, he is a farmer."

Yu Wuya was silent for a while, then said with a smile: "Actually, I can do these things."

"Are you really capable? I'm afraid not." The old man shook his head, his smile seemed a little unfathomable.

"village head."

The plowman winked at the old man, as if he was in a hurry, as if to say "it's almost done".

The old man didn't change his face, but his tone eased a lot.

He said to Yu Wuya: "Although I haven't seen any specialties in you for the time being, you can stay in the village."

"On weekdays, just give them a hand, and you should be able to help them."

Yu Wuya has everything.

He just came to dawdle, and he didn't think about doing a big business in this village.

The so-called vast world and great achievements do not refer to this kind of village.

Soon, Yu Wuya entered the village under the leadership of the farmer.

As soon as I entered the village, I felt a sense of coolness. It turned out to be an old tree at the entrance of the village.

It is as thick as seven or eight people hugging each other, and it is more than [-] meters high. The crown of the tree spreads out, covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters.

It is very cool under the shade of the tree, and even the tree is full of small white flowers, and the fragrance is refreshing.

"This tree?!"

Yu Wuya's eyes widened, because he felt that just by smelling this breath, his brain's thinking was running rapidly.

This kind of effect can be compared to the origin of alien beasts!

What kind of tree is this? ?

"Hehe, don't look at it, it's just a tree."

Gengtian shook his head and smiled, it seemed that he liked Yu Wuya's appearance that had never seen the world.

"Come on, I'll take you to see your house."

Yu Wuya was taken aback, and asked, "I have a house? When did you prepare it?"

"No, there is no need to prepare."

Gengtian grinned and said mysteriously: "As long as the village chief says there is, then there will be."

Yu Wuya was shocked.

Could it be that it is still possible to say that the law will not follow?Isn't all supernatural powers forbidden here?

"Don't think about it anymore, you will understand a lot of things slowly." The old farmer smiled and continued to move forward.

The village is not big, with only ten small yards, which are very sparsely distributed, and each house has a large fence outside.

A series of broken bluestone paths are paved on the weeds, criss-crossing and connecting the small courtyards.

It's just that these bluestone paths...why do they look familiar? ?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Yu Wuya walked on this path, every step he took, the horror in his heart became more and more.

As he took a step, it seemed that doors in his body were opened, but they closed again in an instant.

However, after all, a small gap was opened in the body from scratch.

He believed that as long as he walked more on these bluestone roads, the doors in his body would open sooner or later.

What an opportunity! !

"Cluck! Clack..."

Not far away, a flock of chickens was raised in a fence. Each of these chickens was brightly feathered, like a flame burning.

If it wasn't for the smaller size and normal breath, I would have thought it was a group of phoenixes.

"Crack! Kick!"

In another yard, a fat man with a bare upper body, holding a butcher knife in his right hand, was chopping meat.

With the knife in his hand, the pig bone was easily chopped open, and everything went smoothly and naturally.

It seemed that if he chopped it down with a knife, there was nothing that couldn't be split open.

"Squeaky..."

In another yard, a calm and fair-looking woman was weaving on a loom.

She used hemp thread and weaved the roughest linen cloth, but it gave people the feeling that they were causal threads, intertwined into fate...

"Dare to steal my food, I'll kill you!"

In a green vegetable field, the old man raised a steel fork and stabbed a wild dog-like animal viciously.

The beast bared its teeth, turned its head, passed under his crotch, and then escaped from behind him.

"Hey, my food..."

The old man pulled out a blood-colored radish, and the radish was bitten, and the juice flowed out.

These juices actually shone brightly in the sun, and then evaporated quickly, turning into a glow that filled the sky!

Yu Wuya's mouth twitched.

Dude, your mediocre radish is getting stuffed...

At this moment, he deeply felt that it was poverty and weakness that limited his imagination.

The arrogance of this village is beyond imagination!

Chapter 342 There is a problem with the road to truth (one more)

"This is your house."

Finally, the farmer brought Yu Wuya to a small yard surrounded by bamboo fences.

The yard is empty.

In addition to a hut made of stones, there is only one table and two stone piers.

And there seemed to be nothing in the stone hut.

"It's too poor."

The corners of Yu Wuya's mouth twitched a few times, what do you mean by a house with bare walls?

This is!

"Ahem, it's true, but everyone came here like this. If you want to get rich, you have to rely on your own hands."

Gengtian smiled awkwardly.

"But it's okay, your house is different from ours...Maybe it will be very comfortable to live in."

Upon hearing this, Yu Wuya nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, I'm going home to cook. You can feel it yourself. I live in the east of the village. If you need anything, you can find me."

The farmer finished speaking and left.

Yu Wuya thanked him.

But the other party didn't seem to hear it.

Then, Yu Wuya walked into the room - the door was ajar.

Not afraid of being stolen.

Because there is nothing in it.

"Buzz!"

The moment he entered the room, Yu Wuya felt that he had entered another time and space, and the power of endless time flooded in like waves.

Yu Wuya was slightly startled.

Then he felt that the power of time seemed to be manipulated by his thoughts.

Instantly speed up countless times.

Instantly slowed down countless times!

"hiss--"

Yu Wuya gasped, this turned out to be a time room.

The Ancestral God Guizhen can control time to a certain extent, and even span the long river of time, but there is a price for that.

And this time room, there is no backlash.

"Didn't it mean that the law is forbidden here? Could it be... the reason for these materials?"

Yu Wuya looked at the stone on the wall.

It is found that these stones exude a faint blue light, and the power of time is surging. I don't know what kind of treasure they are.

"Thank you."

Yu Wuya arched his hands towards the sky, then sat down and began to comprehend the sentiment in his mind.

He has gained too much understanding in the dojo, as long as he understands a part of it, it is enough to make him the master of the era!

"Crash!"

The time in the room flowed quickly, countless times faster than outside, and he fell into enlightenment.

in his mind.

Countless perceptions are interweaving, colliding, fissioning, comprehending by analogy, and constantly producing new things.

The collision of these perceptions can easily create worlds with an astonishing amount of information.

But for a realm like Yu Wuya, this insight is nothing at all.

True ancestors can create small worlds at will.